A Doctor Who Thanksgiving Poem (aka, just some Doctor Who crack)
The table was set, the meal was out.
It all looked good, no cause for doubt.
The Doctor inspected his holiday meal,
His sonic screwdriver let out a squeal.
Sonic screwdriver's must be put away!
This is a time to thank, not to play.
Said elder Timelords to the young Doctor,
Their faces
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